The Harkness Supremacy - 2 of 12
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fangrrl_squeesTitle: The Harkness Supremacy - Chapter 2 of 12
Overall Rating: 15 (some violence, a tiny bit of slash, strong language)
Total Length: 11,100 words - which is why it's been broken down into 12 parts!
Chapter Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is an homage. The characters are not mine.
Summary: What happens when a member of MI6, an assassin and a former time agent run into each other in Hong Kong? Quite a lot.
Part 1 - James Bond hated Hong Kong...
***
As they drove back to Jack’s hotel, Jack offered up a condensed version of what he thought Bond needed to know.
“So there’s not more than a couple of dozen of them here, ‘officially’?” Bond clarified. Jack nodded. “But god knows how many unofficially, because we’re the local equivalent of Indians on an oil-rich reservation?”
“I wouldn’t go that far but, yeah, Earth has a lot of things to offer some folks out there – more than you’d expect – and when there’s a market for something, there’s always a black market for it, too. We demand some pretty heavy concessions from any ETs looking to do business here, so that means there’s always a few looking to get around that and undercut the competition.”
“Is that what you think this is? A trade war?” James looked over his shoulder as he changed lanes a bit more aggressively than traffic called for.
“I don’t know.” Jack admitted. “It could be that. It could be a xenophobic vigilante group – they’re harder to find than the aliens, sometimes – it could even be the tongs. It’s hard to say. But I’ve – we’ve – got a lot of information to go through. I’m sure something will come from it. Are we being followed?”
Bond kept his eyes on the road. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re not about to win an award for safe driving, for a start.”
“We’re in Hong Kong.” Bond pointed out.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Bond exhaled sharply, irritation writ large on his face. “Yes, I think we are being followed and whoever’s doing it is pissing me off.”
“Can’t keep track of them?” Jack guessed.
“I lost sight of them five minutes ago,” Bond admitted in a sour tone.
“So…?” It pained Jack to admit that his cloak and dagger skills were quite rusty.
“So hold on. I’m going to try something.” Thank god this city is full of lousy drivers. The Englishman shifted gears, hit the gas and engaged in fifteen minutes’ aggressive driving that Jack was pretty certain had taken a year off his life, altered state or no.
“Not bad,” he admitted, slowly un-prying his fingers from the door handle.
Bond didn’t have time for compliments, as he twisted in his seat and scrutinized the disturbed currents of traffic behind him. “Good enough,” he conceded, abruptly veering into a parking garage. “I think we can keep going.”
On To Part 3
Overall Rating: 15 (some violence, a tiny bit of slash, strong language)
Total Length: 11,100 words - which is why it's been broken down into 12 parts!
Chapter Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is an homage. The characters are not mine.
Summary: What happens when a member of MI6, an assassin and a former time agent run into each other in Hong Kong? Quite a lot.
Part 1 - James Bond hated Hong Kong...
***
As they drove back to Jack’s hotel, Jack offered up a condensed version of what he thought Bond needed to know.
“So there’s not more than a couple of dozen of them here, ‘officially’?” Bond clarified. Jack nodded. “But god knows how many unofficially, because we’re the local equivalent of Indians on an oil-rich reservation?”
“I wouldn’t go that far but, yeah, Earth has a lot of things to offer some folks out there – more than you’d expect – and when there’s a market for something, there’s always a black market for it, too. We demand some pretty heavy concessions from any ETs looking to do business here, so that means there’s always a few looking to get around that and undercut the competition.”
“Is that what you think this is? A trade war?” James looked over his shoulder as he changed lanes a bit more aggressively than traffic called for.
“I don’t know.” Jack admitted. “It could be that. It could be a xenophobic vigilante group – they’re harder to find than the aliens, sometimes – it could even be the tongs. It’s hard to say. But I’ve – we’ve – got a lot of information to go through. I’m sure something will come from it. Are we being followed?”
Bond kept his eyes on the road. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re not about to win an award for safe driving, for a start.”
“We’re in Hong Kong.” Bond pointed out.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Bond exhaled sharply, irritation writ large on his face. “Yes, I think we are being followed and whoever’s doing it is pissing me off.”
“Can’t keep track of them?” Jack guessed.
“I lost sight of them five minutes ago,” Bond admitted in a sour tone.
“So…?” It pained Jack to admit that his cloak and dagger skills were quite rusty.
“So hold on. I’m going to try something.” Thank god this city is full of lousy drivers. The Englishman shifted gears, hit the gas and engaged in fifteen minutes’ aggressive driving that Jack was pretty certain had taken a year off his life, altered state or no.
“Not bad,” he admitted, slowly un-prying his fingers from the door handle.
Bond didn’t have time for compliments, as he twisted in his seat and scrutinized the disturbed currents of traffic behind him. “Good enough,” he conceded, abruptly veering into a parking garage. “I think we can keep going.”
On To Part 3
